Superstar Writers Ink…

     …until they climax.

     And the afterthoughts are pretty damn nice, too.

     Gee, thanks. I was kind of getting stuck on Act III and all turned ON… and then YOU showed up.

      Way to kill the feeling, friend. Thanks, but at the same time- crap!! Well at least you know you can be my cooler. Hey, you ever go to Vegas?

    What?? Oh, c’mon, Baby. Don’t take it so badly…


1 p.m.

The big sign that you have gone nowhere! So sorry, losers! Thanks for playing.

1 p.m.
has nothing nice to say to you. What were you thinking? “Big reward time”? Its lunchtime.

You get to eat. And then use and digest that food feeling hurt and sad thoughts. Oh maybe you are through already?

Well, good job, then. Sorry. Yes, you are quite completely done with all your junk by noon. Way to troop.

But you have not pooped lunch. Who is in command? YOU are, silly. Dump those troops over Tim Buck Toity into the Maelstrom to fight Beowulf’s sister Grendela Munchhousertonfelder.

(You know those German words take a beating but don’t break apart because they are FORMED before 1 pm. In the bm.)

I hope you have a good p.m. and your b.m. is your own biz. I won’t ask, okay?

like gramms
Nurse namd Bart


Manilla Folder
Research sheets
Filled out 3 yrs research +
Dr. Garrison
Patient Carl G. Atlanta

Dextromethorphan Hb use
Since 1999 to 2013
Symptoms, side effects

Facebook pages:

People who chart otc drug use and other drug use:

Erowid is exhaustive in notes but not for therapeutic or medicinal use.
Why not?
Why not?

The 8th Wife Of Colonel Horace “Frazz” Tubal-Cain

     Colonel Horace of Hurtzsobaadicantstan- the great war strategist- asked his great enemy, Dargon the Opium Billionaire for his daughter’s hand in marriage. The daughter was the fair princess Hee-hooey, whose hair reached the floor.


     Horace was very good looking…


For a dead man.

No! Just kidding…
Of course he is alive…



Now Colonel Horace planned the wedding and was very sneaky! SNEAKY pants!
He hired a firing squad to do a 391 gun salute.


But while guests arrived by car, plane and fish, he knew he would have his revenge and got EXCITED and screamed, “You are all squirrels!!”

Everyone just laughed.


And the bodyguards fell asleep, waiting.


The Colonel’s new inlaws were to be assassinated! Oh no! Oh yes!


Sparky the Talking Horse was first to GET IT! He knew too much.

Yes the firing squad TOOK AIM! Guns for hire.


Those DOGS! Dirty stinking scratchy hounds. Who cares WHAT kind of dog? Hey! The one in the middle is my aunt. “Hi Aunt Betty!”



The princess ran to Grandpa Doo-dad the next day.

“Grand Poopah!”, she cried.
“What!!!?”, he shouted. “I was sleeping on this pile of HUSH-MONEY.”

She said, “My wedding was yesterday… thank you for taking your fish to our wedding… but everyone on my side of the family is dead.

   David Hasselhof escaped. This is terrible. How can I love my HUSBAND knowing he is a super bad rich handsome desirable killer?”

Grandpa paused.


Then he said, “I cannot see”

Princess Hee-hooey said,


“Oh, we are blind because… Love is not perfect?? Oh how wise!”


“Nnno. Wait. YES! Love is not perfect. Now MOVE! I am watching the Love Boat. SEE? I have an earphone CORD??”


So the princess ran home and made Colonel Horace very happy in special ways and made her husband very happy also because she knocked Grampa over and took all the money back by hiring… Elmo.


               ||  The End  ||

What Bothers Me Most About This Picture Is…

   Is that horses.. do not LOOK at the painter. They don’t give a CRAP about portraits. I mean, they will crap, but probably not in mid-air as the colon probably cinches up with a jump.


      Do YOU cinch up with a jump? Don’t tell me. Don’t tell your priest. No, wait.. DO! They need a laugh.

    Don’t mess with people at funeral homes, pleeease?? Do you know, they have to pretend there are not bodies in the joint. Or maybe that’s me.

      I went to a mauseleum. True story- I know my credit here is NO GOOD, but its true. I visited gramma’s grave and I said, “See YOU SOON!”- meaning like FIFTY YEARS. Soon enough. I got shit to do.

       So I told a funeral director THERE a joke about… Uh… dead animals. He laughed and was reluctant to enjoy the joke. I saw Harold and Maude and I finally got it. I guess.

      Do you want to know the joke? Too bad!!



      What do you need?


      Bark dust.


      What do you call a cremated dog?

      Oh, shit. I failed.

Not The Meaning Of Life

Do you find yourself playing all your roles?
Are you (adj.) “Celebrity”

[A person. Celebrated.]

What am I a vessel of?

Say “love” not,
  rather TAKE UP the

Enduring, amicable, protective

I am, before I was born, what?

Waiting to emerge.

Very protected and out of

So what is new?
What is the latest?

Can there be anything but now? Mirrors tell another version. We look into them but they do not show another place.

What if our world does?
What if it mirrors another world?

I am not asking these questiins. I am just writing them. Maybe I am asking.

Maybe I always ask about what is. As if I could know.
True, the world is real. How real? Is there a thermostat or is that called beer or lorezepam?

I don’t want to be comfortably numb. I want reality. If I want what IS, then I win everytime.

Like, I lost my temper and I WANT to feel bad instead of bad finding me. I WANT to feel the shame because the burn is a light and kind whuppin’.

I WANT to feel pain and so I am satisfied when my intestines are kinked. From my disease.

It’s like “bring it on” only lighter.